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POWER, PROPERTY RIGHTS,
and ECONOMIC DEVELOPMENT
THE CASE OF BANGLADESH
Power, Property
Rights, and Economic
Development
The Case of Bangladesh
Mohammad Dulal Miah Yasushi Suzuki
University of Nizwa Ritsumeikan Asia Pacific University
Birkat Al Mawz, Oman Beppu, Japan
This Palgrave Macmillan imprint is published by the registered company Springer Nature
Singapore Pte Ltd.
The registered company address is: 152 Beach Road, #21-01/04 Gateway East, Singapore
189721, Singapore
Tihami Mohammad, Azwad Abdullah, Azlan Abdullah
Foreword
vii
viii FOREWORD
and Elinor Ostrom. Their works have undoubtedly helped establish new
institutional economics as a distinct discipline in the field of economics.
Although the mainstream economists have reservations accepting NIE as
an alternative to new classical or orthodox economics, the complementary
role of NIE can no longer be neglected.
Institutions are the rules of the game that encourage and constrain
certain behaviors of individuals or organizations in a society. The key insti-
tutions a state enforces include the system of property rights, which defines
the rights an individual or group holds to make decisions about the use to
which specific assets may be put. Enforcement of rights requires either
voluntary cooperation from the non-owners of a property or a central
enforcement authority. In general, citizens band together to form govern-
ments with enough coercive power to implement the rule of law. The
coercive power that a government is bestowed with may turn into a
double-edged sword for the society because power, when it is lodged in
human hands, is prone to be abused. This entails that a realistic analysis of
property rights must include government as an important element. It is
strange that the mainstream analysis of property rights has more often
than not neglected this issue. This book goes beyond this tradition. It
focuses on political institutions and their role in shaping the structure of
property rights, emphasizing on Bangladesh as a case.
An interesting contribution of the book lies in its vibrant way of captur-
ing economic facts through the lens of standard property rights frame-
work. It draws on the tradition of law and economics to decipher social
effects of such economic policies as non-market allocation and price con-
trol which prevail in most developing countries still today when free mar-
ket principles are penetrating every sphere of the economy. These policies
create a sort of distributive process which contributes to the perception
that property rights are unstable and contested. Agents compete and
spend resources to influence government’s assignment of property rights,
which in economic parlance is perceived as rent seeking. Although all rents
are not economically detrimental, some are obviously welfare-reducing.
The book spells out the conditions under which rents are welfare-
enhancing and conditions under which they are welfare-reducing. These
are the basic stories the book wants to tell in a less esoteric manner and
with sufficient evidence.
The saddest episode of property rights is that they are currently being
threatened by a variety of state, national, and international forces, espe-
cially by those who are the custodians. It is thus essential to understand
FOREWORD ix
xi
xii PREFACE
Dulal thanks Professor Yasushi Suzuki for his continuous supervision and
guidance in converting the thesis into an academic book. Special thanks
go to A. Mani, Jeremy Eades, Dhiman Chowdhury, and Christopher
C. Nshimbi for their suggestions and comments. Also, many thanks are
due to Arockiasamy Soosaimanickam, Norizan Binti Kassim, Gholamreza
Chabokrow, Syed Mahbubur Rahman, Shamsudheen Arumathadathil,
and Mir Ferdousi. Yasushi acknowledges with great pleasure that the valu-
able insight on the analysis of property rights made by his supervisor,
Professor Mushtaq Khan, has been succeeded by Dulal and reflected in the
theoretical framework developed in this book.
xiii
Contents
1 Introduction 1
9 Conclusion187
Index191
xv
Abbreviations
xvii
xviii ABBREVIATIONS
xxi
List of Tables
xxiii
CHAPTER 1
Introduction
The right to life is the source of all rights—and the right to property is
their only implementation. Without property rights, no other rights are
possible. Since man has to sustain his life by his own effort, the man who
has no right to the product of his effort has no means to sustain his life.
(Ayan Rand 1964, p. 90)
B Y the following morning John Gaunt had decided upon his plan
of campaign and without any delay started to work by
communicating with the secretary of the Congo Reform Association.
Money was to be spent lavishly, and capable speakers were chosen
to speak in different parts of the country. Gaunt himself was to go to
the great centres and his visits were to be advertised in every
possible way. The secretary eagerly welcomed this new ally, and
threw himself with energy into the task of making the necessary
arrangements.
“I suggest that we bombard the papers with articles, and if there is
any difficulty in getting them inserted, I am prepared to pay the
advertisement rates,” Gaunt said grimly.
Edward Drake was present at the interview, and rejoiced to see
that Gaunt no longer hesitated, but was now even more determined
to fulfil his vow.
“I should like these articles to be sent out at once—to-day if
possible,” Gaunt continued quickly.
“It shall be done,” the secretary answered promptly.
For years he had waged a war against overwhelming odds and
now he began to hope that success was in sight. Always he had
lacked the help of such a man as Gaunt, with his millions, and he
thanked Providence for his good fortune, but still, like the rest of the
world, he could not quite understand why the millionaire had thrown
himself into the fray.
Gaunt had devoted his brains to planning out the best way of
rousing the country, and no detail was too small for his
consideration. It was after a hard but satisfactory day’s work that he
returned home with Drake, and during the drive was wondering how
he would be received by his wife. They did not meet until dinner
time, and Lady Mildred showed him quite plainly but politely that she
had not forgiven him for having refused to go away in the yacht.
In fact, during the meal, they were all conscious of a feeling of
embarrassment, and it was a relief when the ladies left them to their
cigars. Gaunt only spoke in answer to a question, for he was thinking
over his position, and it seemed to him that the crisis must be very
near at hand. The few hours of grace given to him by the Baron had
elapsed, and it would not be long before his enemies made a move.
The next morning the newspapers were brought to him at an early
hour, and the first thing that caught his eye was the front page of the
Daily Comet, with its staring head-lines:
“Gaunt and the Congo.”
And then he proceeded to read a bitter attack upon himself, and
was forced to admit that the article had been written with the greatest
skill, for it consisted of insinuations against his character which it
would be difficult to rebut. The deal in Amanti shares was referred to
in veiled terms, although to those on the inside the meaning was
quite clear. The writer proceeded to refer to Gaunt’s life in the
Congo, and the words which followed were pungent.
“This millionaire has allied himself with the Church, perhaps in the
hope that the friendship of bishops would cause to be forgotten the
means by which he gained his ill-gotten wealth. As we write there is
before us a written record of this man’s life in the Congo, and it
seems incredible that he can have the effrontery to pretend that his
aim is the betterment of the race that he himself has persecuted so
atrociously.
“Why has John Gaunt started this campaign? We confess that we
are unable to answer the question, and until we can do so, it is
impossible to believe in his good faith. Philanthropy is the last charge
which we should think of bringing against him, and we fear that he
can only be animated by some motive that will ultimately benefit
himself. It has been suggested that he is anxious to bring about
European intervention, in the hope that he will be rewarded by the
grant of valuable concessions.”
Gaunt could read no more but threw down the paper in disgust,
and he had no doubt that the Baron was responsible for this virulent
attack. Another paper attracted his attention; the whole of the front
page, which was usually occupied by advertisements, contained a
statement upon the Congo question. It was written without any
exaggeration, and plainly placed before the public the true state of
affairs, laying special stress upon the manner in which the Belgians
were deceiving Europe.
There were very few papers that did not contain a similar article,
inserted as advertisements and paid for with Gaunt’s money.
“Now I think that the fight has really commenced, and it won’t be
long before the Baron makes an answering move,” he muttered to
himself.
Shortly afterwards Edward Drake came in; under his arm was a
bundle of newspapers, and he smiled when he saw those that Gaunt
had thrown on the floor.
“Isn’t it splendid? I think we have made a good start,” he said
cheerfully.
“Do you refer to the article in the Comet?” Gaunt asked drily.
“No one will pay any attention to that ‘rag,’” Drake answered
quickly, and then hesitated for a moment. “I wonder if you would
allow me to tell Lady Ethel everything? She might be able to help
us?” he asked nervously.
A smile came to Gaunt’s face, but he shook his head with
decision.
“I am afraid that curiosity is one of her besetting weaknesses. I
have noticed that she has been very anxious to find out what is
going on, but I think it would be wiser to allow her curiosity to remain
unsatisfied,” he replied.
“I am not sure that it is idle curiosity,” Drake said reflectively. “She
is very fond of her sister, and——”
“We will change the subject,” Gaunt said peremptorily, and Drake
realized that it would be dangerous to persist further.
However, Gaunt was fated to meet with a more strenuous
advocate, for Lady Ethel herself came into the library.
“Mr. Drake, I wish to speak to Mr. Gaunt,” she announced quietly,
and then smiled a little maliciously as he prepared to depart.
“What do you want? I’m busy and haven’t much time to spare,”
Gaunt said curtly, for he did not approve of the way in which she had
spoken.
“Busy with the wretched Congo, I suppose? At any rate, you can
find time to discuss a matter which affects the happiness of my
sister,” she said slowly. “Unless, of course, the wretched natives are
of more consequence than your wife,” she added quickly, and there
was a look of defiance on her face.
“Don’t you think you would be wiser to concern yourself with your
own affairs? It would seem probable that they will require attention, if
you go on flirting in the same reckless manner,” he said significantly.
She flushed hotly and with difficulty suppressed an angry reply.
“I am not to be bluffed in that way. I have come for a serious talk
and don’t intend to go away until we come to an understanding,” she
said with quiet determination.
“Very well. Say your say and pray get it over as quickly as
possible,” he rejoined with a sigh of resignation.
“I passed the nursery just now. Your wife was there, and she was
alone with the baby. She did not see me, and she was crying bitterly,
and tears are nearly strangers to Mildred’s eyes. Ah! I am glad that
affects you a little. I don’t mean to suggest that she hasn’t faults, but
at heart Mildred is a fine woman. She may have been selfish, but
she is loyal through and through, and I honestly believe that she has
learned to care for you.”
She watched him anxiously, and was encouraged to proceed, for
she noticed that his face had grown white, and there was a look of
utter misery in his eyes.
“I must confess that when I was present at your wedding, I
imagined that she was selling herself to you, for I could see nothing
attractive in your personality; and, girl as I was, I knew something of
the way in which the world talked of you. All the time I was in France
I was wondering how you were getting on together, and when I came
home a few days ago I was amazed, for I believed that Mildred cared
for you. What I have seen since has confirmed me in that belief.”
She paused as if expecting him to make some remark, but Gaunt
remained silent.
“I have no doubt that you love Mildred. At times I have seen an
expression in your eyes when you have been talking to her that
rather frightened me. But I think that I should like to be loved in the
same way,” she added pensively, and Gaunt uttered a harsh laugh.
“You love Mildred, and she loves you. That being so, may I ask
what all this wretched fuss is about?” she demanded angrily.
“I repeat that I think that you had better mind your own business.”
“I have asked Mildred and she will tell me nothing. Mr. Drake and
his brother have practically admitted that there is a secret but they
won’t tell me what it is. I could not press them for an answer, but you
are different.”
Suddenly her whole manner changed, softening wondrously.
“John, dear, I like you, for I believe you to be a good sort. Not
exactly the man that I should have chosen to be Mildred’s husband,
but I believe that you are the only one that could make her happy. I
know you look upon me as a little fool, and perhaps you aren’t far
wrong; but I love Mildred, and hate to see her miserable. Go to her
now, take her in your arms and kiss her. Pack up your traps and
clear off together.”
“I wish to God that I could,” he cried passionately. “Don’t you
realize that I love Mildred body and soul? And that I long for her in a
way that you cannot understand? Do you think that it was an easy
matter to put her deliberately out of my life? Ethel, it is killing me—
this necessity—and yet I dare not do otherwise. You are a good little
soul to come to me in this way, and I won’t forget it. Ethel, dear, I,
too, want your sympathy,” he wound up brokenly.
She could see that he was suffering acutely, and immediately all
her sympathy was aroused. She placed her hand on his shoulder,
and bending her head, touched his forehead with her lips. Gaunt had
revealed himself in a way that had surprised her greatly, for it was
impossible to believe that he was not in deadly earnest, and her
heart sank. The secret, whatever it might be, was evidently not a
thing that could be swept aside easily; it was not a stupid
misunderstanding, caused by stiff-necked pride, but something
serious.
“John, I am sorry, and won’t worry you any more, but I should like
you to know that I am your friend, and that you can count on me,”
she said with simple earnestness.
There was a knock at the door and a footman entered.
“The Baron de Croiseuil wishes to see you, sir, and he asked me
to say that his business was of the utmost importance. Her ladyship
instructed me that she was ‘not at home’ should the Baron call, but
as you had given me no orders, sir, I thought it better to announce
the Baron.”
“You did quite right, James. I will see him here,” Gaunt answered,
but Lady Ethel intervened quickly.
“Don’t see him, John,” she cried appealingly.
Gaunt looked at her curiously, and then glanced at the footman
who still waited.
CHAPTER XXII